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Your memories will always haunt me like a ghost |
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To put it nicely I hope you choke |
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A poet of sorts but I'm not enough to give you an eyesore |
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It's hard to swallow with your hands around my throat |
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I'm sick and tired of I told you so |
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You can call me at home but I know better than to answer the phone |
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When people ask about the last time that we spoke |
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I let the stiches do the talking for the most part |
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And I leave out how you threw the lamp through my front window |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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Even if I spend 2004 listening to Morrisey in my car |
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I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms |
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Even if i spend 2004 listening to Morrisey in my car |
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I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms |
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In your arms |
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I'm better off alone |
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In your arms |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew |
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In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you |
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To unexpecting you (To unexpecting you) |
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Just burn the photographs |
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To unexpecting you (To unexpecting you) |
